I've really been dragging on working on this one… I suppose it's because, while Haruka was the logical father to add, I have no affection for the piece I wrote for him. It feels very half-hearted to me, so I'm rewriting and revising as I type to hopefully make it better and more enjoyable for us all.

So, without further ado, here is Haruka's perspective on fatherhood.

Please keep in mind that this is set at least 16 years before the series begins, because Haruka Kuran –that would be Yuuki and Kaname's father– is quite obviously dead when the series picks up.

"Daddy?"

I looked over at my daughter, my sweet secret child, who was poised on the staircase. "Yes, darling?"

"Where's Kaname-onii?" She tilted her head cutely at the end.

I smiled. So young and she already loved her brother so much. They would be happy, like Juri and I were. If they made it that far. But already, suitors for Kaname, my son, were begging for his hand. That was why little Yuuki was a secret.

During my musing, she came to stand beside me. I stroked her long brown hair, tucking the front pieces that fell in her face behind her ears. "He's probably looking for you, Yuuki."

She smiled up at me, innocence gleaming in her gaze. I had to scoop her into my arms and hug her, for I knew that the innocence would not remain for long, not when she lived in this world. But for now, she was our protected secret, dearer than our hearts, and she would be innocent as long as I could manage it. As I clutched her to me, Kaname pattered through the door.

"Dad, have you seen- ?" he stopped when he saw me holding on to her. I would have sworn my tall son wanted to glower at me, but the reserved young man refrained.

I smiled and kissed her head. "Look! Here he is, just like I told you."

I set her down on the floor and she scampered over to Kaname. "Nii-chan!"

He, like I had, scooped her up in his arms. "Yes, Yuuki?"

She stretched to kiss his cheek. "I love you," she told him cutely.

He kissed her forehead. "I love you, too, Yuuki."

Kaname already was pubescent, a mere adolescent in our society, and he was just beginning to find his sister, well, attractive. That was how these things went, as I knew from first-hand experience. I watched it war in his red-brown eyes. He perceived it as wrong; after all, humans didn't find their sibling attractive. I wanted to sigh and shake my head. I was going to have to talk to him about that. After all, he knew his mother and I were siblings.

But instead of talking with him then, I slipped out of the room, allowing my children a private moment together.

Slender arms slid around me and I smile, knowing who it was even before she spoke. "Haruka."

"Yes, my dear?" I asked my wife Juri, looking over my shoulder to meet her eyes.

"You're over-thinking again, my dear," she told me, running her cool fingers over my forehead to ease the worrying lines.

I smiled. She was right, of course. I was simply worrying too much. "Well, it's been a long time since we had some time to ourselves," I told her, my tone implying the meaning of my words.

She smiled at that. "Haruka, I know you can't stop worrying because I ask it. Just don't over-think things. Deal with the hand life has dealt us." She kissed my neck softly, making me shiver, then disappeared.

My wife was right, of course. Worrying about it wouldn't add a single second to our children's life spans, so what good did it do anyone? Even beings as powerful as Purebloods had to learn to deal with the hand Fate dealt to them. So we'd make proper arrangements just in case of disaster and force it from our minds.

What was the point of living if all one did was worry? Could that kind of existence even be called life?

Life is to be found in the series of moments you had with the ones you love. And nothing –not even eternal life, copious power, or massive bank accounts– was more precious than that.

So I hope you enjoyed this last part. I know it was very short, but it shows a lot about them in such a short time.

This concludes my collection of drabbles. I'm thankful for those of you that have followed, read, and/or enjoyed them.

Best wishes! Hope to see you reading my other fictions!

~Sins~